Quotes About Mystery

If anyone was to perform the classic folly of taking a midnight stroll among the murderous gentlemen with whom the hotel was probably packed, it was not going to be me.

The stars flash out of the dark and disappear, but not for people to see. We're just people. And we flash into life and disappear, but not for the stars to see. They're just stars. How strange, strange, strange. Being alive, feeling, thinking __

I wanted to turn heads not with lecherous leers of bemusement but with awe. I wanted to become untouchable, cruel, glittery, sleek and haughty as a cat.

This time all the Incorrigibles chimed in. "Nevermore!" they cried. Somehow a turnip found its way from Cassiopeia's plate to Alexander's. Penelope tried to kick a warning under the table, but her foot hit the admiral's cane instead and gave a nasty stub to her toe.

An Encounter with the Man-Eating Savages of Ahwoo-Ahwoo, as Told by the Cabin Boy and Sole Survivor of a Gruesomely Failed Seafaring Expedition Through Parts Unknown: Absolutely Not to Be Read by Children Under Any Circumstances, and That Means You,

Moon, moon, moon. Night, no moon? Dark. Night, yes moon? Light! Yes, moon! Ahwooooo!

Do . . . I . . . smell . . . candy?

Maryrose Wood

Lumawoo, look! Boo!

The Incorrigible Land, and Lumawoo, Too.

and Lumawoo, too?

Simawoo," Cassiopeia chanted absently as she drew. "Simawoo, Simawoo, Simahwooooooo

No cuckahwooooo

Shikin Haramitsu DaiKo Myo

I'm Kakashi Hatake. Things I like and things I hate… I don't feel like telling you that. My dreams for the future… never really thought about it. As for my hobbies… I have lots of hobbies.

The mystery existing between an open moment and a person's preparedness reveals the truth.

Nachts II Die Nacht, In der Das Fürchten Wohnt, Hat auch Die Sterne Und den Mond.

A modest demeanor arouses thoughts of seduction.

Magic lives in curves, not angles.

Astrology: do we make a hullabaloo among the stars, or do they make a hullabaloo down here?

Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.

Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.

The real secrets are not the ones I tell.

I feel as disappointed as if I'd just opened a parcel full of ghosts.